Princess Lingyue sped through the night sky with Chiyo in her arms, violet Demonic Power forming a streaming barrier around them and holding them securely within.
Her heart pounded wildly, not from the strain of flight, but from the state of the man in her arms.
Chiyo's breath had suddenly weakened, and his face was pale as paper.
The flame mark on his forehead had dimmed, with only the occasional faint flicker proving that he was still alive.
"Hold on, we're almost there..."
Princess Lingyue murmured to herself, a slight tremor in her voice.
She did not dare slow down, much less divide her attention to examine Chiyo's injuries.
All she could do was continuously pour Demonic Power into his body, maintaining that faint heartbeat.
However, just as she crossed a mountain range shrouded in mist, a sudden sense of danger made her whole body tremble!
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Dozens of black Shadow Blades shot out from the clouds in every direction, each one aimed precisely at Chiyo in her arms!
Princess Lingyue's pupils shrank. She came to an abrupt stop in midair, spun around, and turned her violet Demonic Power into a shield before her!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The Shadow Blades struck the shield, producing ear-piercing metallic clashes.
Though she blocked them all, the enormous impact still forced her back several yards, making her blood churn.
"Who is it?!"
Princess Lingyue shouted sharply, her golden eyes sweeping the surroundings.
As the clouds dispersed, dozens of figures slowly emerged.
The one at the front was Night Hunt, commander of the Leopard Cat Tribe remnants.
He stood at the forefront, cunning and cruel light flickering in his cat eyes. Behind him stood more than twenty Leopard Cat Tribe elites, every one of them a high-ranking demon. Their positions were strange, vaguely